Dumra
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 14
- Dexterity
- 22
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 9
- Wisdom
- 9
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Starting equipment
- A sturdy, dour-faced dwarf stands before you, hands on her hips. Despite the wrinkles on her face, she looks m
- Dumra closes her eyes, trying to recall. "I went to check on my traps… some people arrived when I was away. So
- Dumra crosses her arms and lifts her chin.
- Dumra glares at you for several moments, then finally grunts and pulls forth an old, age-darkened key from her
- "What else haven't I told you?"
- Dumra hands tighten to fists, but she keeps them on her hips. She says nothing, merely stares at you defiantly
- "So what? Folk come to this lodge everyday — both from the flatlands and the swamps."
- "Yes?"
- "That's how it goes..." Dumra squints. "If anything is against your liking, you just start shaking your fists
- "Watch yourself — there are three of them, all sitting over there." Dumra nods towards her guests. "That one i
- Dumra looks at you without a word.
- The woman looks at you with caution, throwing quick glances towards your companions. "Your Grace..." She choos
- "Can't you see for yourself?" Dumra grumbles. "A place where people can rest after the hunt, enjoy a tankard o
- "You need something else?"
- Dumra gives Kesten a gloomy look. "What about? About what drives a gang of soldiers to break into homes in the
- "And?" She lifts her chin. "Is it a bad thing — to provide shelter for those who's lost?"
- Dumra gives you a sullen glance. It seems she's not too happy to talk with you, but she doesn't dare refuse it
- "Cultist?! Are you mad?! My faith lies with Erastil, no other!"
- "This is not an inn." Dumra looks around the room. "It's my home. I hunt for a living and let other fellow hun
- Dumra straightens and inhales slowly, a snarl rattling in her throat. "You know what? You may be a baron, but
- Dumra's face turns red. "What are you hinting at, huh?"
- Dumra glares at you and mutters something under her breath.
- Dumra grunts, then her eyes narrow. "Let's say I give you the key, and you use it to pin something incrim... i
- Dumra looks at you closely for a moment, then grunts. "Right." She speaks slowly, as if keeping her temper. "I
- "Baron, enough!" The dwarf clasps her hands. "Here in the Stolen Lands you can't swing a dead cat without hitt
- "Can I leave now?"
- "Really." The dwarf frowns, her eyes narrowing. "And how would you react, if a mob barged into your home and s
- She eyes you up and down. "First time here, is it? House rules are simple — don't trouble the other guests, cl
- "On the flatlands they go for fox and deer, birds in the swamp. There's always a chance of running into someth
- A sturdy, dour-faced dwarf stands before you, hands on her hips. Despite the wrinkles on her face, she looks m
- Dumra squints at you, searching your features. "Many years now. I know the whole neighborhood — flatlands and
- "Why should I?" Dumra tilts her head, her eyes appraising you. "I'm not their ward. They come, they pay for a
- Dumra blinks several times, pondering your words. "Of course, everyone. What else am I expected I do — pick wh
- Dumra rubs her eyes. "Not in all my years have I been spoken to such... if you won't listen, then there, look!
- Dumra shakes her head slowly. "You may think whatever you like." She frowns. "As for me, I just don't like tho
- Dumra stares at you for a moment, then utters a hoarse chuckle. "One of Lamashtu's own? That's quite a story y
- Dumra eyes Octavia and falls silent, then shrugs. "You're a fair lass, sure, but who knows what thoughts you h
- Dumra is silent for a moment, then nods and pulls an old, age-darkened key from her belt. "Your way then." Her
- "So what did this culprit do wrong?" Dumra's voice becomes thick, corners of her mouth curve down. "Shot a dee